Chapter 2: The Deed Speaks
She snatched the paper from my hand and read it twice.
Then she looked up at me — and for the first time since I married her son, she had nothing to say.
But Daniel's car had just turned onto the street.
And he had no idea what his mother had done.
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What happened when Daniel walked through that door shocked everyone.
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PART 3
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Daniel pulled into the driveway and cut the engine.
Through the windshield I could see him notice us — me on the front step, the baby in my arms, his mother standing in the doorway with the deed in her hand.
He sat still for a moment.
Then he got out.
"What's going on?" he said.
Diane spoke first.
"She came back."
"I never left," I said.
"I was in the hospital having your daughter."
Daniel looked at the baby.
Something moved across his face — relief, guilt, something I couldn't name.
He walked toward me and reached out his arms.
I let him take her.
He held her against his chest and looked down at her for a long moment without speaking.
Then he looked at his mother.
"Mom.
What did you do?"
"I protected this family," Diane said.
"The way I always have.
While she was lying in that hospital bed, I was here making sure no one took advantage."
"She owns the house," Daniel said.
"You changed the locks on her house."
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"I didn't know that."
"You didn't ask."
